I have never understood what people mean by domesticity being tame; it seems to me one of the wildest of adventures. But if you wish to see how high and harsh and fantastic an adventure it is, consider only the actual structure of a house itself. A man may march up in a rather bored way to bed; but at least he is mounting to a height from which he could kill himself. Every rich, silent, padded staircase, with banisters of oak, stair-rods of brass, and busts and settees on every landing, every such staircase is truly only an awful and naked ladder running up into the Infinite to a deadly height. The millionaire who stumps up inside the house is really doing the same thing as the tiler or roof-mender who climbs up outside the house; they are both mounting up into the void. They are both making an…

History is one of my greatest passions, though I have to admit that, as an American citizen, I don’t have much of an interest in our English forebears, thanks to reading too many bad history books.

This is not one of them. Michael K. Jones should be commended for his work in rehabilitating the honor of Richard III, the last king of the House of York, who was made into a villain by Tudor interlopers and even William Shakespeare, whose play is about the only knowledge most people have of the honorable king.

John Batchelor does a two-part podcast interview with Jones, posted below. The book is available via Amazon.com.